What are yours? Here are mine.... ...when I was growing up, I spent every other weekend with my dad. He was a long haul trucker, and was never home anyway, so he didn't see the point in getting a house at the time, so those weekends we'd all stay at my cousin Mike's house out on a farm. I LOOOVED it there...and a big part of why I loved it there was my cousin Mike's wife, Ana (she was who I looked up to more than anyone as a good female role model when growing up)....anyway...she's totally into Halloween, and every year they'd hold a halloween party on the farm that included a pinata, 4 wheeler rides, hayrack ride, and a bonfire. I LIVED for those parties...loved em so much. Another memory, which I was just reminded of BY Ana...is a song that she taught all of us kids that would go to the farm...it was also in my Scary Stories book I got when I was in like, 4th grade. The Hearse Song: Don't ever laugh as the hearse goes by, for you may be the next to die. They'll wrap you up in a big white sheet, and put you down about 6 feet deep. So all goes well for about a week, and then your coffin begins to leak. The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle in your snout. They eat your eyes, they eat your nose, they eat the jelly between your toes! A big green worm with rolling eyes crawls in your stomach and out your eyes. Your stomach turns a slimy green, and pus pours out like whipping cream. You spread it on a slice of bread, and that's what you eat when you are dead!